If green tea is the shy scholar and black tea the stately ambassador, then Tie Guan Yin is the wandering poet whose verses change...

If green tea is China’s liquid springtime and pu-erh its earthy archive, then Da Hong Pao—Big Red Robe—stands as the nation’s min...

If green tea is the fresh-faced youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh the wise elder, then Da Hong Pao sits magisterially in between—an...

If green tea is China’s spring water and pu-erh its earthy cellar, then Da Hong Pao is the cliffside symphony that has echoed thr...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the elusive mineral melody that lingers after swallowing—they are almost always tal...

Few names in the vast universe of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao, literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertigin...

If green tea is the dew of spring and pu-erh the patina of time, then Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe”—is the basalt heartbea...

Few names in the vast lexicon of Chinese tea carry the mystique of Da Hong Pao—literally “Big Red Robe.” Grown on the vertiginou...

If green tea is the dewy youth of Chinese tea and pu-erh its venerable sage, then Wuyi Da Hong Pao stands somewhere between—an oo...

When Chinese tea lovers speak of “rock rhyme”—the mineral melody that lingers on tongue and memory—they are almost always talking...